A Serbian Film Poem

I had dreams of bastard children
playing jump rump with placentas
tied together as strong as Stalin’s fist.
Communism fell because it forgot
Art is nature’s white doves
and we are only a fallopian tube.
To take a newborn and see it as wood
and carve its anus into a temple
to worship, this is God’s Will.
Was not Abraham the erection of God?
Does not God rape all lands?
Does He not rape innocence?
With film we become God.